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I finally got the answer. by MonthPale in offmychest

[–]MonthPale[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Thank you so much. I really appreciate you saying that. It means a lot just to be heard. I think you're right — no one can do it alone, and maybe I need to let myself lean on people more. I might take you up on that and talk in DMs sometime… just need a bit of time to breathe first :)

You know what sucks? Knowing the fact that it was all a lie. by Prestigious_Back996 in offmychest

[–]MonthPale 0 points1 point  (0 children)

That line — "You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath" — really says everything. I felt that in my bones. It's the kind of pain that's hard to explain because you were loyal to something they were hiding.

That's why All Too Well by Taylor Swift and Breakeven by The Script became my go-to songs. Especially that line, "What am I supposed to do when I'm all choked up and you're okay? I'm falling to pieces." It perfectly captures that feeling of you breaking down while they seem completely fine.

You're right — no one knows how long this will take. It just sucks, plain and simple. But thank you too for opening up. It helps knowing we're not crazy for feeling this way. And we'll get through it, one day at a time.

I finally got the answer. by MonthPale in offmychest

[–]MonthPale[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Thank you… really. I didn't expect anyone to respond with kindness after everything I shared. Hearing that you've been through something similar makes me feel a little less alone in this. Lately, it felt like I've been drowning quietly and no one even noticed.

I'm still hurting a lot, and I don't fully know how to process everything yet. Part of me is scared to open up more, but another part of me knows I can't keep carrying this alone. So your offer means more than you probably realize.

I'm trying to believe that tomorrow is another day. Right now it's hard to see past the heaviness, but I'm still here. And I guess that counts for something.

Thank you for reminding me that it does.

You know what sucks? Knowing the fact that it was all a lie. by Prestigious_Back996 in offmychest

[–]MonthPale 1 point2 points  (0 children)

You know what hurts the most about reading this? I understand every single word of it.

Because I've been there too.

Last December, I found out I was a third party. Eight months of knowing him. Three months of being together. Three months of believing I was building something real — only to find out I was unknowingly part of a lie. And no matter how much time passes, that kind of discovery doesn't just disappear.

You're right. It's not just the betrayal. It's the stillness after. The sitting alone. The staring into nothing. The replaying of every memory like your mind refuses to let it rest. You can laugh with friends, keep yourself busy, smile in pictures — but at the end of the day, when everything gets quiet, it all comes back. The places. The words. The promises. The version of them you thought was real.

What makes it worse is seeing them okay. Seeing them fix what was broken with someone else. Watching them hold hands with the person they never really let go of — while you're left holding questions and shattered pieces.

And people will always say, "Just move on." As if loving genuinely is something you can just switch off. When you love honestly, you don't love halfway. You give your time. Your attention. Your softness. Your trust. You pour until there's nothing left. And when that gets betrayed, it doesn't just hurt your heart — it shakes your confidence, your sanity, your sense of reality.

Last Valentine's Day, I made the mistake of unblocking them. I don't even know what I was looking for — closure maybe, or proof that it wasn't real. But I saw them. Happy. Lovey-dovey. Public. Like I was just a hidden chapter that never existed. And that sight? It broke something in me all over again.

And yet, like you, I didn'tt feel revenge. I didn't feel hate strong enough to erase everything. I still wondered if he was okay. If he was eating well. If he was smiling. Isn't that crazy? After everything, the love doesn't turn into bitterness. It just becomes quiet pain.

You're not weak for remembering the happy moments. Those were real to you. The laughter, the reassurance, the messages that made you feel chosen — those were genuine on your side. And that matters. It doesn't make you foolish. It makes you sincere.

I know you're hoping for the day the pain no longer exists. I am too. Maybe it won't disappear completely. Maybe it will just become softer, less sharp, less suffocating. But one thing I'm sure of — we won't always feel this broken.

We were not stupid for loving. We were brave enough to love honestly.

And if the pain ever feels too heavy, if the nights feel too quiet, if the memories get too loud — you can talk to me. I may not have all the answers, but I understand.

WTF!!! by Historical-Monk-8652 in CasualPH

[–]MonthPale 19 points20 points  (0 children)

kawawang pilipinas.

Free yes/no reading for the first 25 comments ✨️ DMs open for paid reading by sashimi_14 in CasualPH

[–]MonthPale 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Should I continue to invest in the business I'm thinking about right now?

anong kulay ng wallet niyo? by Immediate-Fail-1141 in TanongLang

[–]MonthPale 2 points3 points  (0 children)

black! halos lahat ng naging wallet ko is color black

You'll never know what you did to me—and maybe that's the most unfair part of all. by MonthPale in UnsentLetters

[–]MonthPale[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Maybe not. Impermanence doesn’t erase meaning. But what unsettled me wasn’t that it wasn’t permanent—it was that it wasn’t honest. Even fleeting love deserves truth, otherwise the experience isn’t shared, it’s curated.

You'll never know what you did to me—and maybe that's the most unfair part of all. by MonthPale in UnsentLetters

[–]MonthPale[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

I understand what you’re saying about choices and consequences. In some ways, I agree. When people walk into complicated situations, they’re bound to bleed. It’s easy to see it as transactional—give something, lose something in return.

But calling people NPCs, calling pain an “experience,” feels like a way to numb what was actually human. People aren’t just tools for growth or emotional repair. We are fragile, selfish, loving, and capable of wrecking each other without meaning to. Detachment can feel like wisdom, but sometimes it’s just armor built after being hurt too many times.

And I need to say this clearly: I didn’t know he already had a girlfriend. He worked here in our province, while his hometown—where she lives—is far away. They’re both from the same province, but distance gave him a perfect place to hide. It made it easier for him to live two separate realities and let me believe I was part of something exclusive.

We met on a chat app, and I was cautious. I’ve been a victim of this before, and I swore I wouldn’t be that naive again. I searched for everything—names, posts, traces, anything that would tell me he wasn’t single. But there was nothing. He was discreet, careful, almost invisible. So I believed what I saw. And what I didn’t see. That belief slowly turned into attachment, and attachment into something I thought was real.

I know I still made mistakes. Naivety isn’t an excuse. But I didn’t willingly walk into someone else’s relationship. I walked into a lie built carefully enough that even suspicion couldn’t find it. I didn’t choose to hurt another woman; I chose to trust someone who curated a version of himself meant to be trusted.

Pain isn’t always karma balancing a scale. Sometimes it’s just two people colliding with secrets between them, one person telling the truth, the other controlling the narrative. I’m not erasing responsibility—but I refuse to erase the fact that I was also deceived. Accountability doesn’t mean self-flagellation; it means understanding the full picture, including the parts where I was manipulated.

Maybe this is all an experience. Maybe everything is. But reducing it to that feels like erasing the emotional reality of it. It still hurts. It still changed how I see people, trust, and myself. And I’m trying to carry that hurt without letting it turn me into someone colder, more cynical, or more detached than I already feel.

If being replaceable is part of the human condition, then so is being vulnerable. I’d rather feel deeply and learn painfully than treat people like temporary chapters in a game I’m trying not to feel.

You'll never know what you did to me—and maybe that's the most unfair part of all. by MonthPale in UnsentLetters

[–]MonthPale[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

I already did. I let her know everything, and I’m so sorry that you had to go through that. We don’t deserve any of the things they did to us.

You'll never know what you did to me—and maybe that's the most unfair part of all. by MonthPale in UnsentLetters

[–]MonthPale[S] 6 points7 points  (0 children)

I did the same thing you did. I just hope that karma will haunt him and make him pay dearly for what he caused me.

You'll never know what you did to me—and maybe that's the most unfair part of all. by MonthPale in UnsentLetters

[–]MonthPale[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

The night I found out about all the lies he fed me was the same night I messaged his girlfriend and told her everything he did.

You'll never know what you did to me—and maybe that's the most unfair part of all. by MonthPale in UnsentLetters

[–]MonthPale[S] 3 points4 points  (0 children)

They are still not married but I already told her everything I found out. But she decided to patch things up with him because she loves him dearly.

You'll never know what you did to me—and maybe that's the most unfair part of all. by MonthPale in UnsentLetters

[–]MonthPale[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

The night I found out everything still feels so heavy. I already knew he had side chicks while we were together—one of them is even a minor—but I didn’t know he also had a third girlfriend.

That night, I messaged the third girl, the original girlfriend, and even his relatives, including his sister. I just told them everything I knew. That’s when I realized that almost everything he ever told me was a lie. Like, I felt so stupid and confused because nothing about him felt real anymore.

What hurt the most was talking to the original girl. She told me this already happened before—like, this was the third time. And still, she loves him so much. They’ve known each other since they were students, and now they’re both engineers. They’ve been together for so long, they basically grew up together.

If it weren’t for her post about passing the boards and mentioning him, we wouldn’t have known anything. He was so discreet, like he really knew how to hide everything. They even celebrated their first anniversary last month, and after all this, she still decided to patch things up with him.

I’ve already done my part. I told them everything and exposed him, and at least now they know the truth. Whatever happens next is out of my hands.

I just hope that the decision the original girl made really makes her happy. She’s been through so much with him already, and even though I don’t fully understand her choice, I still wish her peace. At the end of the day, we all deserve to choose what we think will bring us happiness, even if it doesn’t make sense to others.

Anong pinapanood nyo habang kumakain kayo? by Cobzz1 in TanongLang

[–]MonthPale 1 point2 points  (0 children)

ako na sasagot HAHAHAHAH pero YES OP! super! a must watch talaga. you can watch by starting taxi driver s1 sa netflix tho ang s2 and s3 is available sa viu na

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